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And she said give me
Anything
first, because how can I be sure you would not forget me as soon as mid-stream ? He said, if I give you Anything first, you may think me only a fish for fillet, and recommend me to the cook.
The fish thought and then said, "What we need is a lastword
pastword. haveword
I will give you a pastword, and you can use it whenever. Throw me back and then use the pastword". She agreed and he said "Wasword", and she threw him back. Then she used the Wasword -
Asis Anything.
From Colloony I went over to Ballina, Castlebar, Westport, Galway and Ennis to Limerick. Seems I remember gray cloud-aflutter blustery skies, green-hill lands, and piled and pieced stone in crumble, used and long abandoned. I tried to imagine people once living there. Hard to do, now a pile of dirt-weed and stone rubble. The woman from the bed and breakfast, my first stay in London - the episode of the Sherlock-Dover plight, she had given me her address and it was right-close there in County Donegal. But I didn't go. Don't know why really, but there it is. She was one accepting person. We had good conversations. Conversation is the bedrock of a relationship. Forget the catwalk runway, if each loves to talk to each, then something always to do. You got something there. Who can talk ? But I had to do the walk; places to go, people to see, as my old buddy Buckbe used to say.
I was camped in Ireland somewhere, must have been the north of the north, or the north of the south, but at least early-on because a lot of the time I spent in Ireland I was looking for a lamp. I was at a campsite and the neighbors had a light-lamp, the likes of which I had never seen.
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